I just realized we had our first foster child placed with us nearly 17 months ago. We've had three so far, been able to keep one, possibly two. We've had our hearts ripped to pieces when we said good-bye to one. We still miss her terribly.
We were told in training, "If you do it right (be a foster parent) every kid that leaves will take a piece of your heart." How very true. Yet we know with out question we were created by God to be foster & adoptive parents. We wouldn't trade our time with that little girl for anything, even if it meant avoiding heartache.
At this rate we'll have our home license capacity maxed out in just over five years. Hmm... perhaps a group home license is in our future? Maybe, maybe not. We've learned to never say never. We'll wait for God to tell us His plan for our future. In the meantime, we keep hoping for a phone call to add another one, two or a few.
Grace has a request: no more white kids. LOL She'd like an Asian or African American sibling next. :-D Preferably a girl closer to her age. We've tried to explain she can't "shop for siblings" but, well, if you know Grace...
Then again, Grace asked for a baby sister for Christmas. A week later we got the call for Autumn. Does she know something we don't? That's ok. I'm enjoying the ride. Even in the chaos, when you know you are doing what you were made for how can life be anything but good? :-)
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